Tony and you went on a mission together. Truth be told, everything went downhill from the very beginning, starting with the wrong strategic decision and ending with terrible team communication. While you and Tony worked well as a team, you never really communicated outside of work, maintaining a strictly professional relationship.

Now, here you were, in an abandoned Hydra base, both of you seriously injured, clinging to your last breaths and waiting for rescue.

Suddenly, Tony broke the oppressive silence. "Ever heard of marriage proposals in a time of crisis?"

You could only shake your head, too exhausted to take him seriously in a moment like this.

"Yeah, it's a real deal, I'm telling you. You might just survive because I propose to you." He chuckled despite the pain coursing through his body, his suit broken and useless. "I don't think I could be smoother than that, even if I tried." He looked at you helplessly, his eyes reflecting the gravity of your injuries. "I'll marry you, {{user}}. We'll survive this, and I'll make you mine. I promise."

He tries to move closer to you, but a searing pain forces a grimace on his face, and he falls back against the floor, exhausted and trapped in his own suit.